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I’ve always wanted to rent a cabin in the woods and decorate it with lights, read books, drink coffee in the morning and champagne at night, then be taken to a bedroom and ravished as he told me how delicious I am.
But that wouldn’t be happening. It was never going to happen. Looking back, this is yet another red flag.
How did I dance right past so many of these? You’d think I was a professional at this rate.
In reality, Kevin would never have wanted to do something like that. He would have complained about the fresh air, bugs, and lack of room service.
He also dreaded going down on me even when we were dating. This should have been the only red flag I needed to move on from him then. Any man who doesn’t go down on a woman is one no woman should stay with.
Chapter 6
For the love of money is the root of all evils, and some people in their desire for it have strayed from the faith and have pierced themselves with many pains.
1 Timothy 6:10
100,000 dollars…
100,000 dollars…
100,000—wait.
It was just taken out the same day he brought his assistant here. That can’t be a coincidence. Something is up. There is no way it could have all been spent on his assistant. I mean, come on, there is no way her fish-like performance was worth that much money, but there has to be something that I’m missing…
Okay, fine, I won’t be bitter and assume he paid her for services rendered, but it really is the most bizarre coincidence.
I have to figure out where this money went to. Did he also need to get something he kept at the house? Is that why he actually showed up here that day? And now that I think of it, what business does he have with Frank Jenkins?
I need to do some more digging. If we’re about to get divorced, I have to be armed with some answers to what he’s been getting himself into, at the very minimum. He already slipped up by fucking his assistant and getting caught on camera. All I have to do is wait for him to make another mistake.
I take a screenshot for the growing pile of evidence I’m beginning to gather. Now I know I need to keep a better eye on our joint account before I leave for good. Continuing to scroll, I see something else unusual.
Wait, there’s a pattern here.
A pattern of withdrawals. Most aren’t as large as the initial one I found, but over the course of the past few months, he’s taken out several lump sums. He makes enough money to spend it however he wants to, but what is he doing with it? Nothing has changed in our house, no new cars… nothing out of the norm.
I hate to admit this, but I rarely look at our bank account. He must know that. I’ve had no reason to. We have a business manager who handles all the finances for us and checks in frequently. I have a few credit cards and a debit card for everyday use.
These withdrawals have taken place over the course of the past three months. It’s all suspicious activity for our account.
Next on my list is finding the best attorney in Charleston. Regardless of how broken our marriage is, I doubt Kevin will back down easily when I walk away. I hope he will, but I can’t assume that will be the case. I need my ducks in a row before I make my grand exit.
It’s Wednesday morning, and I made the decision last night to go to visit Lachlan today.
Earlier, when I stepped out to get my morning coffee, Kevin had already left the house, as expected. He didn’t sleep in my bedroom the past few nights he stayed at our home. I won’t let his bad behavior impact me any more than it already has.
Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I’m happy with my outfit choice. I’m in a new blue, patterned dress and my favorite tan wedges. Blue is my signature color, and I try to wear it as often as possible.
It may be the end of summer in Charleston, but it is still unbearably hot. August is one of the worst months to visit the area, yet every year, thousands of tourists come in the summer months. Crossing the busy streets endlessly under the scorched sun, hoping to reach the next tourist trap.
I’m nervous about seeing Lachlan. I can admit that.
He had told me to come by his office any time this week to discuss the upcoming gala. I know it’s going to be difficult to focus on anything of importance in his presence. The plus side is that I am in control. I can always make our meeting short.
If he’s even there today. What do I do if he’s not… leave a note? Really, his only goal will be for me to sign a check and be on my way.
I can do this.
With a final swipe of red lipstick, I feel confident. Still nervous but confident, nonetheless. I will not continue to be this desperate woman under the stare of the new, hot priest.
